WHAT A WEEK, WHAT A GLORIOUS WEEK: Just finished week two at the Spectator, and -- what can I say? -- it was great. I'd been out of an office for so long that I forgot how much fun it could be to bounce ideas off of people in person, or snag them for lunch, or just stare out of the window into the traffic. Also, I'd like to thank a certain angelic Florence Nightingale impersonator for mending my abused right ankle. By the end of the week, that spring in my step was more than just metaphorical.